A2/9. Don't say Goodbye (Broadway). ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00266

Get away from bad luck, Get away from trouble, Come and rest your head On my shoulder for a while. The ground has stopped its shaking, The sirens fade behind. We're standing by the water, With the whole night left to find. The city looks so different When the lights are on the sea. After everything that happened— It's just you and me. For two years you were letters, A voice behind my screen. We knew each other's thinking, But never what we'd mean. Then the earth began to tremble, And suddenly we knew— Two very different roads Had brought me here with you. Get away from bad luck, Fall away from trouble, Come and rest your head On my shoulder for a while. Let the long nights stop their arguing, Let tomorrow wait its turn. Just stay here by the ocean Where the city meets the tide. No promises— No answers— Nothing we have to define. Your words once crossed the distance, A question, then a reply. You built your world from questions— You helped me see things right. I defended what was certain— I invented something new— And somehow all those years Led me here with you. I build things that may last Long after I am gone. I guard the things worth keeping When everything goes wrong. But I don't know what to do With a moment like tonight. Neither do I. Then stay beside me. Watch the waves roll by. The tide comes in, The tide goes out, It never asks us what it's about. The world moves on, The planes still fly— Don't say goodbye. Don't say goodbye. Not yet. Get away from bad luck, Fall away from trouble, Come and rest your head On my shoulder for a while. Let tomorrow wait outside us, Let the hard days lose their bite. We'll leave the world behind us At the edge of the night. Stay here by the ocean— Where the city meets the tide— Where two lives crossed by accident And neither stepped aside. This moment feels like shelter, Like a dream we shouldn't test. But even borrowed peace can heal A tired and restless heart. So stay before the world comes back. Before the questions start. Just for a while. And when the morning calls us— We'll go our separate ways. But tonight belongs to the ocean, The waves, the wind, And this borrowed little space. Get away from bad luck... Just for a while.

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